Someday.

Woah. Just woah. Up until 5 minutes ago, my life was devoid of a WTH-inducing phone conversation. Alas, the spell has been broken. I just had the most disturbing phone conversation of my life.

A lady, sounded like mid-20's just called, asking for my brother.

My brother. Who passed away. Last May.

What the burning hell?

Sometimes, we'd have phone calls like these. It's very seldom but it still happens. And the callers are job employers since he was looking for a good job [I have to resist the urge to say, TOO LATE A-HOLE] before he passed on but this lady was different.

Her name is Michelle.

And she is his ex-girlfriend.

What the flying fudgecake-inducing?

Indeed.

According to her, they were both in KL when they started dating. And then she went off to Singapore, losing contact with my brother. It didn't help that he lost his handphone too. Anyway, she's been trying to call for a really long time but I reckon she's been calling in the afternoon or something cos' no one picks up and I only come back at 2.45pm, so yeah.

Today, she called. I picked up. She asked for him. I was silent. I asked her (politely :D) who she was. She said her name's Michelle [I thought it was Emily at first]. I told her, he passed away last year. She nearly says WTF and goes into this verbal-manic thing. I was calm, thank the Lord. She says "What? Wait. What? WHAT?" and she sounds stunned. So am I, as this is just beyond weird. I explain, cardiac contusion, walk and all. She stayed silent. I asked her if she is an ex. She said yes. I am more shocked. I have to resist the urge to say "Well, effit. You're not alone, we're just as shocked!" but I don't. She's still shocked and sounds as if she's going to burst out crying any moment. She asked me if I'm Adrina [Mind you, my sister's name is Edwina] . I told her no, I'm the younger sister. She still can't believe it. She asks for my sister's number. She apologizes 5 times, saying sorry for bothering me. I tell her it's okay, nonchalantly.. I give her the number. She says sorry one last time, says goodbye and hangs up. I'm still stunned.

I admit, I must have scared her because my nonchalance. I didn't cry and just told her the cold truth. I must've sounded hard. But I wasn't. I was..nervous. The same nervous-wreck that overcomes me when I'm at a funeral. The feverishly giggling one.

For my sake, I hope I was more numb than nervous.

I scare myself sometimes

EDIT.
It IS Emily. The ex that came to my house about 6 to 7 years ago. Woah. Why would she lie about her name? Hmmm.